"Hand it over." "Of course," said the other, "I shall expect something myself, as I was the one to find it." "I'll give you half." "But I shall be out of the city.

I'll tell you what give me ten dollars, and I'll make it over to you." "That's rather steep," said Andy.
"Heft it.

There must be a lot of money inside." "I'm afraid the reward might be less than ten dollars," said Andy.
"Well, I'm in a great hurry--give me five." It is possible that Andy, who was not acquainted with the "drop game," might have agreed to this, but a policeman hove in sight, and the shabby individual scuttled away without further ceremony, leaving Andy a little surprised, with the pocketbook in his hand.
"What's he in such a hurry for ?" thought our hero.
He opened the pocketbook, and a light flashed upon him, as he perceived that there was no money inside, but was stuffed with rolls of paper.
"He wanted to swindle me," thought Andy.

"It's lucky I didn't pay him five dollars.

Anyway, I'll keep it.